By now she's had a little time to calm down. Just a little. She still looks as on edge as she had been. Her plate has also been exchanged for a bowl of fruit, which she's been eating very slowly alongside her second cup of tea. Peaches, pears, apples, grapes. Kiwi. Even a diced plum. After not having access to virtually anything except creamed corn for weeks on end, she's decided that starting small with food items is a good idea. She doesn't want to overdo it and make herself sick.

Everyone who doesn't just walk up to startle her earns her respect in some form, but Kirk is a unique case. As soon as she lifts her head and spots him, her eyes widen and she breathes out, "Captain?" before she can stop herself. Of course, then he speaks and she shakes her head to clear it, her disappointment etched onto her face for longer than she'd like. Soon enough, she manages to push it aside, knowing that he has no idea who she is, not really. This isn't the Jim Kirk she knew.

Offering a tight smile to further hide her feelings, she motions towards the chair opposite her. "Please do, though I think you might be looking for my redheaded counterpart."

She's getting used to being mistaken for her other self. So many people seem to have recognized her, even with the hair change, that she's dealing with having to explain over and over that she isn't the person they're looking for. She isn't supposed to be here and soon enough the entire ship will know. It's hardly worth trying to keep that a secret. Still, that doesn't make it any easier and she's learning the hard way that alternate realities are a pain.